Tag: sf

A sunflower maddened with light Sheds the seeds of poems.
-Lawrence Ferlinghetti

It always happens like this, standing on Columbus
somewhere near Jackson, Bay winds press me to find
the words to keep you walking, unsuspecting April,
with a saunter past City Lights.

With the sun setting, shadowed winds channel up alleys
of glass windows, and slice through our ambling. I pipe uphow ‘bout a book…? which sends your eyes glazing into freefall
with how ‘bout-a-nap?, Washington park, and thenI’m kinda thirsty, refreshing words not heard since

Columbus last October. And because you don’t read poetry
and I don’t drink beer, we slip into familiar Specs where I buy
the first round, before the 2nd at Vesuvio’s, after which you
escort me next door to my favorite book of poems .